Sword Emperor

The moment half-monarch's shadow disappeared, Sun Bing and the others found out. In the endless square... It was also dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye. By the time they realized what was happening, they were already in an unknown spatial zone.    

    

The surroundings were gray, as if everything they had seen before was an illusion. However, everyone was able to hear the words of the illusory half-monarch very clearly, causing them to feel shocked.    

    

At this moment, countless of cultivators were thinking about the words of half-monarch, especially about the Nine Transference Divine Art. Their eyes were sparkling, and they had no idea what they were thinking about.    

    

"Is this the real reason for this battlefield? I never thought that it would be so tragic!"    

    

Just as countless people were thinking, a wave of exclamations sounded out. When they lowered their heads, they could shockingly see that the ground below could be said to be extremely miserable. Numerous bottomless ravines. The soil was practically blood red. Even after a hundred thousand years, there was no change at all.    

    

It was imaginable that... Otherwise, it would have been impossible for such a situation to occur.    

    

It was not just the bloody smell contained in the soil. There were also remnants of the Dao Art on the ground. One could vaguely sense it now. Even with their strength, they were still trembling with fear. At least, it was a mark left behind by a Holy King technique.    

    

Looking around, one could see that the surroundings were all like this. One could even see a pile of white bones on the ground in the distance. Some were human, while others were Ancient Clans's. There were countless of them on the ground.    

    

As for the gray marks that appeared in the sky, they were the Grudge that had been lingering in the Ancient Battlefield for countless years.    

    

Before this, he hadn't noticed it, but after experiencing it for himself, he knew how terrifying it was. It was constantly disturbing his mind, and there seemed to be countless vengeful souls weeping and wailing beside his ears, causing his mind to be disturbed.    

    

For cultivators with low cultivation bases, this kind of resentment was like a poison that could heal their bones. There was no way to get rid of it. Therefore, cultivators below the Life and Death Stage didn't even have the qualifications to come to the Ancient Battlefield.    

    

All along, Sun Bing and the others had only heard about the miserable battle. When they saw the scene in front of them, they couldn't help but become silent, because there were more than ten thousand corpses in front of them.    

    

This was only within the range of their vision. The Ancient Battlefield was enormous. Moreover, there were even more corpses hidden in the deepest part of the Ancient Battlefield. In the previous battle, there were trillions of people who died, and there were countless of them.    

    

After a short period of silence, many young geniuses started flying towards the deeper parts of the Ancient Battlefield. After all, there were countless opportunities in the Ancient Battlefield, and that was their ultimate goal in entering this place.    

    

In an instant, the thousands of Humans that had gathered together suddenly vanished. Everyone started flying towards the distance in twos and threes. Soon, there was only one Humans left beside Sun Bing. They were just some of his good friends.    

    

However, there were still too many of them. Ji Cheng, yu Sheng, and the others could be seen walking towards them together. They cupped their fists at Sun Bing and said, "Brother Sun, since we have already entered the Ancient Battlefield... Okay."    

    

"Alright. I wish you all a safe journey." Sun Bing nodded slowly and also cupped his hands and said softly.    

    

Looking at the few figures that had gone far away, Sun Bing sighed and then shifted his gaze to Hua Qiyue and the others in front of him. He asked softly, "Why don't we go together on this trip to Ancient Battlefield?"    

    

However, whether it was Hua Qiyue or Sun Yanran, they both shook their heads at the same time. Then, they said firmly, "We can explore it ourselves this time. After all, we need to turn nine times into a Saint. It is too difficult to gather them together. The Ancient Battlefield has a boundless area. We should look for our own opportunities."    

    

"Then I hope that all of you will be careful along the way. If there is anything, immediately go and find me."    

    

Although he felt very helpless in his heart, Sun Bing could only nod his head. After all, he knew that the words of Hua Qiyue and the others were just an excuse.    

    

Because they had already realized the gap between them and Sun Bing. It was simply too big and couldn't be ignored. If they were to search for opportunities together, they might become a burden.    

    

Furthermore, they were the famous Daughter of Heaven's Pride. Naturally, they had their own pride. This kind of pride made it difficult for them to lower their heads in front of Sun Bing. They had to do something to prove themselves.    

    

Sun Bing was very clear about this. That was why he didn't say anything. After nodding his head, he sped off into the distance alone. Without any hindrance, his speed had already reached the extreme. In an instant, he had crossed an endless distance.    

    

After leaving the crowd, Sun Bing's speed gradually slowed down. After all, Ancient Battlefield was like a treasure vault that had never been excavated. One could see treasures everywhere. If he continued to dash forward, he might miss the opportunity of the treasure if he was careless.    

    

All of a sudden, Sun Bing's eyes sparkled with a bright light. Although the blood-red soil was still as red as blood after being soaked in fresh blood for the past hundred thousand years, the spiritual beings that was growing inside had also changed.    

    

Sun Bing was surprised to see a spiritual root on a small hill. There was a blood red fruit growing on it. If Sun Bing remembered correctly, this should be a type of Weeping Blood red fruit. It was a variant of an ordinary red fruit. The probability of it being born within it was one ten-thousandth. It was incomparably precious.    

    

Its greatest effect was to strengthen one's blood and Qi. Sun Bing had cultivated the Xuanwu Real Body Spell, and he was able to strengthen his blood and Qi. This kind of spiritual medicine was his favorite.    

    

Instantly, he couldn't help but walk towards the spiritual root in front of him. He stretched out his hand, wanting to pluck it directly. He also wanted to transplant this fruit tree into his own grotto-heaven.    

    

After all, the Nine-Heaven Borderless Soil was the origin of all soil. Not to mention this Weeping Blood red fruit, even if it was a spiritual root that had strict requirements for its environment, it could still be planted successfully.    

    

As long as Sun Bing could transplant it into his own Paradise, he would have countless Weeping Blood red fruit in the future. The time to complete the Xuanwu Real Body Spell would be much faster.    

    

However, just as Sun Bing stretched out his hands, his sharp ears sensed a sound of rushing wind coming from his side, accompanied by a sense of danger.    

    

At this moment, Sun Bing's movement was extremely fast. He instantly used the Earth Shrink and retreated several hundred meters. When he looked at where he was standing, he could see a vague shadow appearing there.    

    

His body was surrounded by a grey mist of level 1, and it was filled with hatred. A cold and gloomy feeling was spreading in all directions, especially his face. It was filled with madness and seemed very strange.    

    

"What is this thing?"    

    

Sun Bing frowned immediately. With his insight, he could naturally find out that the shadow in front of him was releasing the Qi of Half Saint. It was just a little crazy, so he naturally had no fear of it.    

    

But soon, the faceless face of the phantom looked in Sun Bing's direction. The frenzied Qi erupted and attacked him crazily. There was no trace of intelligence in it.    

    

Despite facing such an attack, Sun Bing's facial expression remained calm. He even dodged the attack with ease. In the midst of the battle, he was still thinking in his heart.    

    

Because he didn't have any intelligence, and his attacks were purely based on instinct. He didn't have any defense, and he didn't care about his own life or death. He should be stronger than the ordinary Half Saint.    

    

But right after that, Sun Bing slowly shook his head. After all, even though he had already displayed such a situation, it was still too weak for him.    

    

As for this phantom image, it should be the spiritual soul of those cultivators who had fallen in the Ancient Battlefield. It was just a soul that appeared after a hundred thousand years of mutation in the Ancient Battlefield.